Chapter 379: outsider
Tatata!
On the silent street, a thin old man was walking down the street.
A handful of light brown hair remained on his head, and he was leaning on crutches, but his steps were very hurried.
Walking into a dark alley with no one, and after turning a few corners, walked into an apartment.
The room was pitch black.
He opened the door to the room and turned on the lamp.
The scene inside the house suddenly appeared in front of him.
In the empty room, there are only a few pieces of furniture, but there are dense photos and newspapers hanging on the walls.
Most of the photos feature superheroes, including the Super Seven, Punisher, Tyco Knight, and more.
And Batman, Arkham Knight, Raven, and Nightwing.
Most of the coverage in the newspapers is about Batman, especially the Governor's Island hostage-taking.
The old man walked to the wall, looked at the photos for a while, and focused the most attention on Nightwing.
After a while, he shook his head slightly, "Looks like it's time."
Walking to the sofa and sitting down, the old man picked up a glass of red wine and sipped it.
"However, a key boost is needed now!"
The pale face of the old man was reflected in the light, a frightening face as pale as moonlight.
He turned his attention to the photos of the motherland on the wall, "and the key help is him - the motherland."
The old man looked at the photos of the motherland and smiled grimly.
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"So, why were we released again?"
Captain Boomerang asked the surrounding teammates.
The Suicide Squad was detained in the Rikers Island Prison in New York. They thought they would be far away from a successful escape, but they were suddenly released on bail.
"Is it the Walter Company?"
In the bar, a group of people gathered together, and the black spider replied while playing darts.
He had no entertainment in prison for a long time, so as soon as he entered the bar, he played a game of darts.
"Do not!"
The dead shooter unfolded the newspaper in his hand, and said coldly, "The Water Company is too busy to take care of itself, and they have no time to pay attention to our little characters."
"Little characters?"
Captain Boomerang seemed to be very dissatisfied with the words of the death shooter. He asked the death shooter angrily: "You mean we are all small characters?"
"How do I think it's not important, what do the important capitalists think, are you right?"
Death Archer put the newspaper on the table, got out of the high chair, and confronted Captain Boomerang, their noses almost touching.
"Humph!"
Captain Boomerang, who had eaten a lot of dead shooters in prison, didn't want to have a conflict with the other party here, snorted coldly, and sat back.
"So, where did this guy named 'The Outsider' come from?"
Killer Frost asks the others in a **** bunny costume.
The "outsider" was the only information they knew, the name left by the person who bailed them.
"I don't know, but the other party definitely has requirements for us, and they won't let us take advantage of it in vain. Black Light Bar, look, this is the information the other party left us, this bar, the other party asked us to wait here!"
The death shooter was also very puzzled by this, but he deduced that the other party would not release him for nothing, and he must have a plan.
"Man, we've been waiting here for two hours, and the other party hasn't shown up yet. When are we going to wait? Wait until dawn? OK, you guys can wait here, I'm going back to sleep."
Captain Boomerang won't play "waiting for Godot" with these lunatics, he's going back.
Squeak!
The door to the bar opened and a little boy in a leather jacket ran in.
He patrolled the bar and found the dead shooter and his party.
Immediately trotted over and handed a tape recorder to Killer Frost, "Ma'am, someone outside asked me to give this to you."
This is a somewhat old tape recorder, it seems to be from the last century, and it is a bit difficult to carry with one hand.
"Heh, Sharp 777, old stuff."
After sending the child away, Killer Frost looked at the tape recorder and handed it over to Death Shooter with disdain.
"It seems that this guy called 'outsider' is still a person who hides his head and shows his tail."
The death shooter took it, pressed the play button, and the tape inside hissed.
At the same time, a mechanical voice came from inside, "Everyone, I am the 'outsider', the one who bails you out. Since you are repeat offenders, it took me a lot of work to get you out. You have angered some big man. , If he finds out that you are gone, he will be furious. So, your freedom is still in my hands, don't think about escaping, the consequences will be very serious. "
The hoarse mechanical voice threatened the death shooter and his party.
"Let's make a deal, you help me complete one thing, I will return your freedom, the police will cancel your wanted order, how about it?"
"uh-huh......!"
The black spider slammed the dart in his hand towards the dart board, "I know, what a **** deal, just like those stupid women from Waller and Madeleine."
The people on the tape couldn't hear the voice of the black spider, and he continued to read his strange lines, "Very well, you should have considered the pros and cons, you are all smart people, so you will not make stupid choices. And I'm not going to let you break into Arkham without a plan like that idiot Madeleine."
The tape turned slowly, and the voice inside slowly came out, "I will give you the architectural layout and logistics diagram of Arkham Asylum. In addition, there will be a rights broker to contact you, he will arrange your identities, and will Give you the task."
When Killer Frost heard this, he picked up his glass and drank it, "Both Madeleine and this guy on the tape are real idiots. Eric Xavier's newly built Arkham Asylum is The most heavily guarded place in New York, there are heavily armed soldiers, and I heard that there are superhumans guarding there. When we go there, it is completely to die!"
"But we have no choice."
The dead shooter pressed the "stop button" of the tape recorder. "Whoever he is, he must have the energy to clear the police for us."
The black spider shot the dart on the plate and turned his head. "Who do you think Eric Xavier is? Why does he have the same name as the madhouse in Gotham?"
"I don't know, but you'd better not hit him. We fell into his hands last time."
Death Archer instructed Black Spider not to research Xavier's information too much.
Killer Frost kept staring at the tape recorder. "What if we meet Batman? When I think of Arkham Asylum, I think of Batman, and, you know, Batman exists in this city."
"We can only pray that we are lucky."
The dead shooter shook his head and walked out of the bar.